Fun fact for the day about arie222. I was actually at that game before I cared about college football and remember being upset that they blocked the kick and avoided the upset. 7 years and a degree from UF later previous me makes current me want to throw up.

The loudest I'd ever heard ever was right before the snap. Then a dip, then the loudest I've ever head ever was right after the block.

I have never felt that strong of a combination of surprise and relief and excitement and pride and strength and overall power in the 90,000 fans in those stands. We sang We are the Boys at the end of the 3rd quarter when the game was in doubt, and when Carolina lined up for the kick we all knew it would never make it. After it was clocked, the students swarmed the northwest corner of the endzone to get as close as possible to the players.

The cheerleaders blocked me from walking down that aisle to the front row of the swamp and noticed when I started to tear up a little during the singing of our alma mater. I didn't bother trying to hold anything back. I left The Swamp that night feeling like I was a part of a holy, sacred, all-encompassing truth and I'll never change my view on that.